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♧ 9. - 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 ♧

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[𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 1𝚡3 + 1𝚡4]

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩, Zae moved up the ladder, toward the third floor where the ones who - she thought at least - didn't really want her dead were. The hatch was closed but got slowly opened up when the freckled girl almost threw it off the floor. Octavia was holding a bottle with whatever liquid in it, which the other girl noticed, only when she'd sat down with them, but kept her distance. Octavia brought the dirty bottle toward her lips, taking a sip. A not so pleasant look formed on her face, along with coughing. But though that, she said:

"Disgusting. Love it."

With her hand mildly shaking, she handed it over to Zae who reluctantly took it. She looked at it. It was dirty as fuck. Eh. After a bit of hesitating - which only lasted for two seconds - the young girl brought it to her lips, also taking a sip of the strong liquid. It felt like she just swallowed down a flame. It burned down her throat. After the liquid was gone the burn was still stuck in her throat.

"Hey, what's that on your neck?" Monty pointed to Zae's neck, making the other two turn their heads too look at what-ever was on her neck.

"Are those burn marks?" Finn curiously asked before she quickly pulled on her hood, dragging it over her head, covering up what was on her neck.

"2-4-4", he said out loud. "What does it mean?"

It was like he expected an answer to his question. Zae stayed quiet as usual.

Just as she was gonna put the bottle away, a low, raspy voice shot through the third floor.

"Can I, uh, get a hit of that?"

Jasper's head tilted up, looking at the bottle the freckled girl was holding as if it was ... yeah, whatever it was.

"Jasper!" Monty looked happier than anyone she's ever seen. Everyone rushed toward the previously dying boy. Zae came after, standing a little behind everyone else.

"Not quite yet", Finn said, taking a bag of water. Jasper drank from it.

Monty and Jasper took each other's hand, and squeezed them, as in a handshake, but also as a celebration for him waking up. They looked so happy.

"Was that a dream, or did I get speared?" Jasper asked. She didn't know why, but Zae hadn't noticed how pale he was. Almost as if he was dead. Dead. Those guards are de- Stop that.

"You'll have a very impressive scar to prove it." Suddenly Clarke appeared in the dropship with a faint smile glued on her face. There was barely any light in her eyes. It wasn't surprising, her best friend had just died.

"My savior!" Jasper jokishly shouted - which wasn't much of a shout, as he had just woken up and had a near-death experience.

"Thank you. For not dying", Clarke said, joining the others. "I don't think I could've taken that today."

"I'll try not to die tomorrow too", Jasper joked, trying lighten up the mood between the six of them, "if that's cool."

The messy haired boy tilted his head to the side, closing his eyes. Probably tired.

Zae turned around. She realized she'd tipped the bottle over, and the liquid was spread over the floor. Oops.